this makes me laugh so hard jfc

B.A.P Reactions To You Wanting To Spend The Night


The pitter patter of rain against the window, came as comfort to you as you snuggled closer to Yongguk on the couch. 

“You should probably go soon,” he whispered, as he soothed circles down your back.

“I don’t want to,” you whined as you dug your head into his chest. Yongguk’s embrace is what you missed the most whenever he was away on tour which is why you treasured it the most when he was home. His familiar scent instantly made you relax and the warmth and strength of his arms around you seemed to lull you closer and closer to sleep. You could stay in his arms forever.

“I want to hold you longer too but it’s getting late,” he frowned, obviously worried about letting you leave too late.

You arched your head back to look at him and shot him a shy smile before you hesitantly asked, “how about I stay over? I mean only if you want it’s just-”

But before you could continue he softly placed a kiss on your nose and looked down with a wide gummy smile, “Of course. I’d love that.”

Originally posted by mancrushallweek


You let out a content sigh as you sat beside Himchan, the park bench now warmed from the heat of the summer’s sun, warming your exposed legs. Himchan held both of your ice cream cones as you took the chance to stretch your legs out, tired from walking around the mall all day. 

“Today was so much fun,” you told Himchan as you turned to him with a big smile. 

“Do you want to go anywhere else after this?” He asked as he passed you your ice cream.

You wanted to spend more time with but you were also tired and wanted to rest. Your eyebrows raised as you suddenly thought of how you could do both, “Himchan?”


“How about I spend the night at your place? We could watch movies  and I can even make popcorn and on top of all that we can cuddle!” 

He let out a small laugh as he saw the excitement etched on your face. He couldn’t help but feel his heart swell as he thought about holding you until you fell asleep. He knew he’d finally  sleep well, knowing he’d have you by his side. He nodded in agreement with a smile and kissed you on the cheek.

Originally posted by frogger-heejun


The sun had just begun to set, when both you and Daehyun decided to head home after spending the day at the beach. You yawned as you entered the car, beyond tired from the fun of the day. 

On his way to drop you off, your head had began to nod off. You were having a hard time keeping your eyes open, and eventually not being able to fight off the drowsiness much longer, you had fallen asleep. 

Daehyun had just stopped in front of your apartment, when he turned to look at you only to find you fast asleep. He smiled softly, finding your sleeping form incredibly cute. He gently moved a strand of your hair away from your face before he leaned in to kiss your forehead.

Awakened by the soft touch of his lips, you looked at him with hazy eyes, “are we already here?”

He nodded and you let out a small whine, “I wanted to spend more time with you I can’t believe I fell asleep.”

He let out a small laugh, “don’t be.”

“How about I spend the night at your place? It’s only 5 minutes from here,” you asked with a hopeful smile and Daehyun couldn’t help but agree with an adoring smile.

Originally posted by daehyunsgiggle


You don’t know when you had begun to doze off. You and Youngjae had been laying on his bed talking about everything possible. Both of you were so engaged, that neither of you had noticed how late it had gotten until your eyes betrayed you and began to shut close.

Youngjae had his head propped with his arm as he stared down at your peaceful sleeping face. He always loved watching you sleep. You looked so serene. 

When you turned your body towards him in your sleep, unconsciously searching for his heat, he draped an arm around you and held you closer.

“Jagiya,” he whispered softly and he felt you stir.

“You should leave now if you’re going to go home, before it gets any later,” he didn’t want to wake you up but he also didn’t want you driving so late.

“Can I stay over?” You murmured sleepily as you dug your head closer to his chest.

Youngjae answered by pulling a blanket over the two of you and leaning over to shut off the lamp beside the bed before joining you and getting comfortable,  falling asleep with you in his arms.

Originally posted by mybutterflyfact


“Uh-can I stay over…?” You asked Jongup, as you hesitantly met his hard eyes. 

Staying over was nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, it happened so often that you now had a hard time sleeping without him holding you. However, the air between you two was tense today. 

You inwardly sighed, it was your fault that you had fought. You had been acting like his mother when you began to nitpick his choice of food. You knew he didn’t like it when you criticized any of the small things he did but you had been worried. You wanted to make sure he was eating properly even when you weren’t around.

“It’s late,” you whispered, knowing it’d make him give in. If there was anyone more that hated you walking home at night than you, it was him.

He let out a sigh as his eyes softened, “of course you can.”

"Listen Jongup, I’m sorry. I know I was being too much I just get worried about you,” you told him with a soft smiled which he returned, his anger subsiding within seconds.

“I know,” he said as he pulled you into a hug, “I’m sorry I got mad. Let’s just sleep, okay?”

Originally posted by ab1004


You let out a yawn as you snuggled closer to Junhong.

“Are you sure I can stay over?” You asked for the third time which made him laugh.

“Of course I’m sure. The members won’t mind,” he reassured you, as he kissed the top of your head.

You simply nodded as you felt yourself drifting in and out of sleep. The heat radiating from Junhong’s body was beginning to lull you to sleep, but you forced your eyes to stay open.

Junhong noticed, “you can’t fall asleep?”

“No, it’s not that it’s just-,” you looked up at him with a smile, “I want you to fall asleep first.”

He raised his eyebrows, “what?”

Your cheeks flushed with a tinge of shyness as you confessed, “I always fall asleep before you and you always wake up before me too so I never get to actually see you sleep.”

“and you want to?” He asked, you could hear the tinge of amusement in his voice.

“Of course I do! I want to see whether you snore or not too,” You let out a small laugh.

“Okay Jagiya if that’s what you want,” he said before closing his and pulling you closer towards him, “good night, I love you.”

Originally posted by choijnuhong


Y’all don’t know how hard I struggled to not to make this suggestive jfc. I hope it turned out okay and if it didn’t I’m sorry! It’s become harder for me to write fluff lol

~Admin Coffee


Dan Stevens Appreciation Week

Day Four: Favorite Appearance(s)

Any interview or red carpet moment, everything really….does that count?

It was way too hard to choose just one appearance or moment. He’s always making me laugh or smile in interviews or on the red carpet. He’s cute as hell, so I pick all the things. Can we talk for a quick second tho about that dress train grab for Emma??? Because he is SUCH a gentleman jfc.

I did not make these gifs, some other wonderful people did so kudos to them 👍

omg you guys, i’m getting anons angry(?) at me for making a marichat post AND ALSO for making a gif sarcastically slamming marichat—– and i don’t   know how to react like

you guys are way too funny i m going to die


Basically, no goddamn words. I never thought I’d ever get this far, ever, but god, I’m so grateful. Thank you all, so so much for following me, I love you so damn much. 

I wanted to shout out to the many people who’ve made my days brighter, got me through tough times, friends that I’d never expect to make. Those who don’t judge me for who I am, who accept me. Because of the many people I’d like to acknowledge, they’re all under the cut! It took me ages to write a bit about everyone. Sorry if I forgot to include you, I still love you.

For 1k followers though, should I :

  • host a writing challenge
  • open up moodboard requests
  • fic drabbles
  • anything else? (ships, no. I’m still traumatized on how to do those)

once again, thank you all so so much, this is something I’d never expect to happen  ♡

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Seven: *rubbing MCs tummy cooing and talking to the baby*

Saeran: hey. MC. Saeyoung.

MC & Seven: yes saeran?

Saeran: so you have to have the sex to have little people in the moms tummy?

MC: …what?


Saeran: isn’t the sex the thing you have to have in order to make little people?

MC: ….Saeran, they are called babies not little people for starters.


MC: and it’s called sex, not “the sex”

Saeran: I was LIED to AGAIN by Saeyoung.

Seven: *starts giggling*

Saeran: you just love to hurt me don’t you.

MC: *sighs* jfc.

Saeran: I hate you.

Seven: I love you too~

OMG my life has been made!

He (Husband) hobbles into the bedroom after showering, looking contrite and wounded.

Husband: Liefie, will you look at something for me?

Me: *Absently* What’s up?

Husband: *Yanks his pants down* I think my butt is bruised

Me: *Blank faced, staring at butt*

Husband: Do you see anything? Is it bad?

Me: *Desperately trying not to laugh at the bruise on his tailbone, fails miserably, and begins to cackle*

Husband: *Gets fed up and shuffles awkwardly to the mirror, trying to check the state of his butt*

Me: *Laughing so hard, I’m not making any noise, but vibrating on the bed, wheezing and panting, ignoring the disgusted and scandalized look on his face*


Me: *Dead. I cannot breathe, I can die because I have lived*

Husband: *Pulls up his pants and limps away* I WANT A DIVORCE

Me: I want tea

Husband: *Couple minutes later* Here’s your tea. 

anonymous asked:

Ok but can we discuss how pre-hero Saitama looked EXACTLY LIKE Genos, only w dark hair?? Like?? #kinky

Originally posted by space-asstronaut

I cannot handle this jfc xD I’m laughing so hard right now. The #kinky at the end really got me xD But then I started thinking… 

Oh no I CAN SEE IT OH GOD I want to make some sort of commentary about how this is further proof that they’re intended to symbolize two sides of the same coin in the truest sense but really I’m just dying about #kinky soMEONE HELP ME

Why You DO Look Good

You ever had a picture taken with someone, only to look at the pic with revulsion because you look utterly terrible?

Yeah. I feel you.

Y’all ever had photo ops at conventions?

Any con-goer who is any con-goer has anxiously waited in line, dying inside for the moment that they meet this amazing famous person and grab a photo with them. It’s exhilarating; you get to finally hug them, or get them to hold up a sign or wear a stupid hat. You get to see their pretty blue eyes up close or their fabulous smile or their purdy freckles, and you’re practically drooling on the floor at how good they look.

And you’ve spent time on this moment for yourself, too.

You’ve showered, done your hair, put on your clean jeans, put on your cool heels or whatever… you’re feeling pretty cool about yourself. You’re looking swell, you’re getting this photo done, you’re pumped (and a little nauseous, but hey, I would be sweating bullets if I was meeting a hot dude to get a pic with him. (And I did. Scary af.)

Before you know it, hey, presto it’s done, now it’s time to see the actual pic.

Only, when you finally collect your pic, you take one look at it and you feel like your stomach is going to drop out your ass, that you’re going to cry, to puke, to scream, to do something, because you’re looking back at that picture of you and you look terrible.

You look fat as fuck. Your hair is sticking up on the side. Your make-up is wrong. You have yellow teeth. You have a stain on your shirt. You’ve got sweat patches. Every fucking thing under the sun, you name it.

Your friends try to reassure you that it’s a good photo, that you look fine, but you know better.

It is awful.

You paid 70 bucks for a picture that would look more at place in a House of Horrors museum. (Am I striking any chords here?)

You can see every single thing wrong in this picture and it makes you want the ground to open up and swallow you whole from this dank pit of crumbling self-esteem and despair.

My friend, we’ve all been there.

I feel that pain. I am not one of those people who can look good in a garbage bag. I’m just not.

TANGENT: And you know what? That’s okay. That is so okay, because I can fucking ROCK tank tops and shirts and long flowy skirts. Fuck yeah.

Don’t get me wrong.

I have strengths.

I have a nice smile, I have lovely brown eyes, skin that behaves (most of the time), long hair, good eyebrows and thick eyelashes.

But, I am also well aware of my weaknesses.

My hair always frizzes up on the left side, I have flyaways, I have more hair than most men, my teeth are crooked, I have terrible posture, no neck, my nose has blackheads and I never wear make-up so I look pallid and flushed out.

I am one of you.

So, believe me when I say that it’s not you who that makes the picture terrible: it’s the camera.

I’m not talking about photography in general (before y’all skin me alive. Chill.).

Photography is an art form – it is a beautiful way of capturing ideas and images. It is glorious and I love it and I hope it continues forever.

I’m talking about being herded in front of a shitty background in front of huge lights that are making you sweat even more than your anxiety is, all the while being snapped by some overzealous photographer who has a million people to get through in the next hour of photo shoots. (Those who have been to cons know what I mean.)

That is not photography. That is a circus.

The way these photos are set up are so unnatural and so fake that it is virtually impossible to feel at ease or truly enjoy yourself if you have any shred of doubt in your self-image.

I’m here to tell you that it’s crap, and I wanna make you feel better.

I was at Asylum 14 this weekend.

I had three photos: Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard and Travis Aaron Wade.

I felt pretty okay about the pics, especially considering that I kept my cool with all of them, that I lost a ton of weight recently, and the fact that they’re all hot af (JFC Misha Collins holy, holy, holy Christ on a cracker).

So when I went to pick up my photos, I wanted to die when I saw them.

(For the purpose of this post, I’ve cropped out the guys and am just focusing on me. There’s a reason.) This is why.

This is me. All three of these.

You can laugh if you feel so inclined. Go ahead. In fact, I highly encourage you to.

My friend Jenny and I laughed so hard she ruined her make-up and I couldn’t get up off the floor because my legs gave out. We were still giggling hours later. I was screaming (in between hysterical laughter) that I was going to end up like one of those cat-smelling dinner ladies who wear their hair in a bun with a hair net over it.

I look more overweight than I am, my face is bloated, I look pale, my hair is a mess, that top swamps me and makes me look bigger than I am (bad choice on my part)… I just look terrible.

I was adamant that no one would ever see these photos, ever.

But I had a thought, and I changed my mind.

Because here is why I’m showing you them:

This is me. This is the same girl from the first set of photos. Pretty different, huh?

Those photos are literally 24 hours apart (except the last two). I’m wearing the same outfit (because I’m gross). Doesn’t the second set look much better than the first? They’re not forced and there is a natural quality to them.

My eyes aren’t hidden, my dimples look good, my face is slimmer, my complexion is much healthier (if you pardon the zit above my eyebrows), my hair is awesome, and I have a pretty good waist.

These are pics I’m happy about because they show my true self.

Because I know what looks good on me, what lighting suits me, what angle flatters me most. These photographers do not. They don’t know me from Adam, and their job is get through as many people as possible, not to make me look my very best.

A lot of this is on me. Like, I should do my hair better, put on a little make-up, stand up straight, and wear better clothes. I’m aware of this, but I was green to the photo ops of conventions until yesterday.

You know how they say the camera adds ten pounds? Yeah, that is not a lie. At all.

The point of this entire post is this:

Don’t get down hearted if you have these kind of pics. They happen to everyone, and even the hottest people can look terrible if the camera is bad. Mark looks terrible in the pic I had with him, and he is GORGEOUS in real life. One of my friends had a Misha op at JIB last year and he looks bad. (Can you imagine? Misha Collins looking bad? Crazy.)

These angles don’t suit everyone. These lights don’t suit everyone. These positions don’t suit everyone. These backgrounds don’t compliment everyone’s skin. It’s just a fact of life.

These photographers don’t always capture your best light, but doesn’t mean that you don’t shine. YOU DO.

There is a tumblr post that says a sunset is beautiful, but if taken with a shitty camera with a shitty implementation, it’s gonna look like a shit sunset. It’s 100% true. It’s not the sunset itself that is crap, even if the pic makes it seem that way. It’s the photo of the sunset.

NOTE: I’m not calling myself a sunset, and don’t get me wrong, I do not in ANY WAY think that I’m massively good looking. But I do know what is good for me aesthetically, and I’m always learning more about myself and trying to build my self-esteem.

So, if you’re screaming in agony at your pic wondering how Jensen Ackles looks at you smiling and how he is standing next ‘such a piece of shit’, remember this: Jensen Ackles isn’t seeing the photo of the sunset. Jensen Ackles is seeing the sunset. Jensen Ackles is seeing your true, sunset self.

You know they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder? That. Is. 100%. True.

I hope that you guys can internalise this to yourself and see that. Remember this next time you go up for your Jared Padalecki photo ops and want to cry if they don’t come out the way you planned.

Let your true sunset selves come through! <3



This makes me laugh so hard. jfc

vaxstiel  asked:

(1/2) I kind of get the feeling that Jensen is blushing and laughing because Misha didn’t have a bathing suit with him because they didn’t anticipate swimming. So he was in his underwear or completely naked and wearing a pair of goggles so he could dive in the water, which Jensen finds hilarious b/c he could literally lean over the side of the boat while Misha was trying to mount a deep sea diving expedition or something.

(2/2) His inability to communicate all that I’m guessing is coming from the fact that he has such a violently intense crush that Misha doing something funny and ridiculous and “So Misha” makes him laugh so hard he can’t think straight. Either that or the memory of Misha in goggles with his manly bits flopping about is an image that will apparently never not be funny (arousing?) to him. Ha.

dONT EVEN GET ME STARTED. Like how else do you fuck up a story that badly when he literally could’ve just said that Misha dove in to try to untangle the boat from the crab trap. Jfc it was only a J2 panel and I was not at all prepared for the Cockles that day. God bless Jared; he is forever my hero.